The counselor has washed his hands of my son since January (he is retiring this spring). The social worker didn't know about the student teacher, and the English teacher didn't mention it to the counselor when the switch was made. (Our school seems to have a serious communication problem.)
In the end it didn't go tooooo badly. He didn't care for her much, but DS is certainly more engaged in the class (the teacher tells me this is a terrific class, bright eyes and lots of ideas). He turns in work, picks good books. He didn't do so well on the paper that was due for the student teacher--we will talk about it AFTER the AP test next week--but he wrote it in good spirits and turned it in, which is huge. I'm still very disappointed in the counselor, though, and in the teacher, too, for not mentioning it. But I don't know how the counselor approached it with the teacher, so maybe he didn't think it worth mentioning?
The student teacher is gone now. The time-gobbling spring activity is nearly over, the AP is next week (what do they do for the rest of the semester in chem?) 30 more grey hairs. Whew. Last night he pondered with me the Seven deadly sins as portrayed by the characters in a play. Getting back to normal.
